Decrypting latent disciplines

As my skin glistens under the blazing charismaOf the sun,The warmth pervading my skin,Melting the frozen carapace around the sensesStoking them to rise from a deep slumberI struggle to severe my hypnotic lashesOnly to be blinded by the glowing sunWho apparently mocks at meLike it does at a million others, under its shadeWho grapple withContinue reading “Decrypting latent disciplines”

Paradoxical life

Despite enduring all the pressure, a diamond stone won’t dazzle until its cut and polished. A lot of times there are people quite unfortunate who undergo all the pressure but are forgotten by the diamond cutter to be polished. And, because they don’t shine we fail to notice them. Not all those who stand onContinue reading “Paradoxical life”

Know that..

In a ted talk I was recently listening to, the speaker used a line, ” Life is a race but who asked you to take part? ” This hit me hard. We have been so busy finding a space in the queue for ourselves that we have forgotten to ask what we want out ofContinue reading “Know that..”

Shed The Drops

When mind is crammed and heart sunkenBut words betray and you fail to speakLet your lashes kiss each otherAnd a drop of tear roll down your cheek. Oh! What a blissful respite to feelThe lump in your throat, dropping through eyesThe heat of it, momentarily meltingThe agonizing façade that you use as disguise. How longContinue reading “Shed The Drops”

Can poems written to be won, ever win?

As I scan through my Instagram feedI come across posts bartering poems for shoutouts.They read, “ The best entry shall receive a shoutout from our side”.But I want to know, “ Can poems written to be won, ever win? “For when I write, I write to be relievedOf the obstinate gibber stone that squatsOn myContinue reading “Can poems written to be won, ever win?”

Obsessed with Golden Feathers

Because I could cope with the pace of racersI thought I was meant for thatJostling a lot that came my wayI was busy gathering golden feathers for my hat. Nostalgic rendezvous turned downMany a D-days I did missFearful of losing that every secondI didn’t even stand back for my granny, who came scuffing to kiss.Continue reading “Obsessed with Golden Feathers”

I Wish

When you grieve for the waning moonI wish, I could allure you with the galaxy of starsTill the full moon dayAnd drench you in the song of hopeLoud enough, that you don’t hearWhat others say. When I dread seeing the sun settingI wish, you could tell meThat it sets to rise the next morningAnd claspContinue reading “I Wish”

The Reply

Rabindranath Tagore in Geetanjali wrote it as an invocation to God“Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not!I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust.It may not find a place in thy garland,But honour it with a touch of pain from thy handAnd pluck it.I fear lest the day end before IContinue reading “The Reply”

A Quintessential Search

Monopolized by her absenceHaving tranquilized my gleeI could find peace in noneExcept being on a search spree. Inside the crevices of cracked self loveAmidst the tangled mess of insecuritiesI thought I would find herPassionately struggling for parities. I passed my nimble fingersAll through my sleek maneI even sought my implausibly artistic eyebrowsBut it was allContinue reading “A Quintessential Search”

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